FEAR is watching his illness creep in through the cracks and under the door.
FEAR knows that there is nothing that I can do about the impending doom that is coming my way.
FEAR is being afraid to be caught writing or feeling or being frightened myself.
FEAR is how I live my life and there is nothing that I can do about it anymore.
FEAR mean I hide and pray for a quiet moment, time alone. Time to finish for the move to another emotional dungeon.
FEAR just walked back into the house and so I must hide my words until he falls asleep.
FEAR is no way to live.